The stories behind Welcome to the Sub-Basement

• Dual Guitars and Southern Grit on Sub-Level Three — Take B stretches out the groove with driving tempo, biting guitar harmonies, and rowdy room atmosphere.
• Down on Sub-Level Three With the Honky-Tonk Shop Crew — Take A turns the hospital basement shop into an unyielding anthem of blue-collar technical pride and Southern rock swagger.

Lyrics

Welcome to the dungeon boys,

wipe your muddy boots,

turn that skinnered up.

Upstairs, they got the polished towel and nurses looking neat.

Doctors wearing neckties and loafers on their feet.

Down beneath the steam pipes on sub -level three

It's a whole different world for the boys like me

Got an eight -point buck mounted over the rack

Flew multimeters hangin' in a camo pack

Sweet tea cooler sittin' by the soda station

Best damn workshop in the whole southern nation

Saunterin' circuits with a greasy thumb

Tapping my work boots to the bass drum

We keep the hospital running without no fuss

Because the whole damn building puts their faith in us

Welcome to the sub -basement honky -tonk crew

The country boy bow met red, white, and blue

With camo on the toolbox and grease in our veins

Keepin' life rollin' through the floods and the rains

Hear the dual guitar blow, hear the rebels holler

Earnin' every penny of that hard -workin' dollar

Wager went off, but we don't ever stress

Just another loose wire causing a mess

Take a swig sweet tea grab the ratchet drive head on up the freight

lift to keep folks alive they might laugh at our draw but they know when

it breaks it's the redneck biomed that has what it takes welcome to the sub

-basement honky -tonk crew the country boy biomed red white and blue

with camo on the toolbox and greasing our veins keeping life

rolling through the floods

And the rains Hear the dual guitars blow

Hear the rebels holler

Earning every penny Of that hard -working

Lord have mercy Tools back on the

pegboard Y 'all come back now, you hear?

Yeah, yeah,